Episode 115
EPISODE 115
VIPERS AND WRENCHES
Sebastian
I nearly knock Heather off her feet as I’m leaving the room where River and Brett are calling River’s mom. I steady her with a hand. “Sorry, sweetheart.”
She smiles. “Why? I’m not.”
“I thought you had a date with the hot tub,” I say. “That’s what you said when we all left the dinner table.”
“I’m on my way.”
I wink at her. “Your suite is one floor up.”
“I know.” She twirls a loose lock of blue-tipped hair around her finger.
“My suite is just a couple doors down.”
“Is it?”
“You should know. We spent a lot of time there last night.”
She nods. “We did.”
“Want to go there now?” I ask.
“I thought you guys had to meet with Evangeline.”
“We do, but Brett and River are on a phone call, so I have some time.”
She places her hand in mind. “Then lead the way.”
Once we’re in my suite, I close the door and pounce, slamming her against the wall and holding her hands above her head. With my other hand, I squeeze her sumptuous tits while I kiss her, plunging my tongue into her soft mouth. My cock is already rock hard, and I grind it against her as I devour her sweet lips. She tastes of wine and sweet potatoes and the uniqueness that is her.
Fuck.
I rip my mouth from hers to gasp in a breath, and then I move my hand from her tits, down her flat abdomen, and underneath her miniskirt.
I groan as her juices slide against my fingers. “You’re so responsive, Heather. You get wet faster than any woman I know.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” she rasps out.
“It’s a damned good thing.” I let her arms go as I kneel before her and slide her skirt off her ass and onto the floor. She steps out of it. Then I hook my thumb through the waistband of her lacy thong and caress her silky thighs as I get rid of that as well.
I inhale her musky scent and glide my tongue through her soft pussy lips. She tastes even better than she did last night—like cherry syrup dripping over my tongue. I nibble at her clit a bit, and that sends her reeling.
“Please, Sebastian. God, that feels good.”
“You taste so good, baby.” I grab the cheeks of her ass and bury my nose in her pussy.
She grinds against my mouth, and that gets my cock ready to burst. I gather all my willpower and move away from her pussy.
She lets out a soft whimper.
“Don’t worry, baby,” I soothe her. “We’re far from done.”
I rise and kiss her lips, letting her taste her pussy juice on my tongue. Then I break the kiss and turn her around so she’s facing the wall. I skate my hands over her shoulders and down her sides, and then I lift her shirt up, skimming her perky breasts, and pull the top over her head.
Fuck…that viper on her shoulder.
It eyes me with demonic red eyes from its coiled position, as if it’s ready to strike. Excellent work, and so fucking sexy. I trace my finger over the snake, and then I kiss her shoulder. “You’re so hot, Heather.”
She moans.
“I’m going to fuck you now. I’m going to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop, until that viper leaps off your shoulder and sinks its fangs into my chest.”
“God, please…” she says.
I quickly free my aching cock and in a flash I’m inside her from behind, gripping her hips as I thrust and thrust and thrust…
She’s warm, slippery, and tight. Sheer perfection. Her pussy grips me with a suction so intense I know I won’t last long.
But damn…
I could stay inside Heather all night and have no complaints.
She hasn’t come yet, though. For a split second, I recall my fingering session with Ariel in the bathroom earlier. She was in the middle of an orgasm when we got interrupted. That won’t happen with Heather. I’m going to give her such an intense?—
A pounding on my door.
“You can’t be serious,” I growl.
“Who is it?” Heather asks.
“Who cares? Ignore it. They’ll go away.” I pump into her again, her silky walls engulfing me in heaven.
More knocking. Then, “Mr. Tate? Are you in there? We have an issue.”
“Fuck.” I pull out, my balls a dark shade of blue, I’m sure. “I’m sorry, baby.”
“No worries. I’ll just make myself scarce.” Heather picks up her discarded clothing and heads into my bedroom.
I stare at her until she disappears behind the bedroom door. Then I quickly rearrange myself and answer the door.
“I’m sorry to bother you,” the staff member says, “but Ms. Livingston has collapsed in her suite.”
“Evie? Is she all right?”
“We’re not sure. We’ve called for help. But you should come right away.”
“Yeah, yeah. Of course.” My heart was already pounding as I fucked Heather. Now it’s doing double time.
Damn, Evie. I hope she’s all right.
I head into the bedroom. “Did you hear any of that?” I ask Heather.
“No. I went to the bathroom. What’s wrong?”
“Evangeline has fainted or something. I have to go. And I’m sure sorry about that.”
“I am too.” She kisses my lips. “But I hope she’s okay.”
Heather turns toward the bed where her top is lying, giving me a full view of her viper again. “Tell me about this tattoo,” I say. “It’s gorgeous work.”
She freezes a moment, saying nothing.
“Heather?” I prompt.
She grabs her top and pulls it over her head, and then she turns to face me. Her beautiful blue eyes are narrowed, and her usually happy countenance is nowhere in sight. “I’m an open book, Sebastian. Except for that tattoo. I don’t talk about it. So don’t ever ask me about it again.”
“Heather, I?—”
She places two fingers over my lips. “That’s all I’m going to say on the matter. I don’t need to hear an apology, or an ‘I didn’t know,’ or a ‘You can tell me anything, baby, and I’ll understand.’ Because trust me. You won’t understand.” She dons her thong and skirt and leaves my bedroom.
I’m dumbfounded for a moment. I won’t understand? What the hell does that snake mean ?
By the time I gather my composure and leave the bedroom, Heather is already gone.
Damn. I walk into my bathroom, brush out my long hair, and throw it into a messy manbun. I splash some cold water on my face, hoping it will help my still-aching cock. I really need a whole cold shower, but I’d better see what’s going on with Evie. The four of us guys were supposed to talk to her briefly after River was done talking to his mother. And then later, we’ll see what Brett found out about Rachel and Ginger.
I hope Evie is okay, but whatever is wrong with her is just another wrench that’s been thrown into this mess.
Just like that wrench twenty years ago when I went to pick up Jake and Marnie was there.
The wrench that started the dominoes falling.